The sun was hot, even though it was December. Kunihiko watched his comrades, and he squinted through the bright light as he observed. Among them was a corporal who was showing initiative as he directed a group of soldiers against the last Chinese who continued to fight on further down the street. Even as a golden globe burned into the cloudless sky, and dozens of his fellows scurried over a nearby building's ruins, the rising sun of Japan's flag flew over Nanjing, and Kunihiko was amazed to be a part of it.

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